Kitagawa Sakisa glanced up and down at him.
"Hmm, kind of, if you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me, I'll help."
"Hmm hmm," Uesugi Sakura chuckled, "Thanks for your approval, but I don't think I'll need your help."
"What, Uesugi, you're looking down on me again!"
"I'm not looking down on you, I just think many difficulties are best solved on one's own."
...
Today's lunch was simple.
Braised potatoes with meat, mixed rice, stir-fried greens, miso soup...
Uesugi Sakura looked at the steaming, ordinary yet comforting dishes on the table, feeling a sense of nostalgia in his heart.
It's been almost half a month since he last tasted Hanabi's cooking, hasn't it?
Ever since he locked himself up in the art research room, he's been eating boxed meals, rice balls, and some random fried skewers...
Now, those are gone from sight, replaced by Hanabi's home-cooked meals.
Uesugi Sakura couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.
